After the awkward encounter with Owen at Levina's house we didn't speak again for the rest of the day. Only side glances were exchanged between us. Levina dropped both of us off at our houses a little after we all woke up. I got home at around ten in the morning.

Even though there was uncomfortable tension in air between Owen and I, I brushed it off, and had said goodbye to the two of them.

The texts of mother had just been things such as, "Where are you?", "Are you sleeping over?", "Hello? Answer your damn phone."

I had replied to all of her texts a few mintues after Owen had removed his face from my boobs.

Ever since I had told her that she deserves better then my dad she has been quieter than usual, zoned out in thought.

It's now the next day, Saturday night.

My legs hang out of my bedroom window. I scan the half dead grass on the ground.

Switching my gaze to my wrist, a frown tugs at my lips, saddened at the forming bruise.

My dad was home when I got home from Levina's house yesterday, of course. My mom was at work since her job had asked her to come in for extra help. Camila and Mateo were off somewhere, probably in their bedrooms playing video games.

When I had came face to face with my dad a wave of terror rained over me. If I could've seen myself from a third perspective, I'm sure all the color was drained from my face, becoming ghostly pale.

He didn't seem as drunk as usual. He had been standing straight up, and his words weren't slurring.

What happened was actually quite similar to what had happened when I came home the night of the fair. He expressed his annoyance with me by spewing hurtful words.

I don't know why he gets so upset when he finds out I hung out with friends. Maybe it's the controlling part of him, he wants to feel powerful.

After yelling at me he had roughly grabbed me by my arm and dragged me to my room. I didn't fight back, that would be pointless, and would possibly just create even more problems for myself.

His nails even left a few marks. I don't know why he had to hold onto my arm so tightly. Maybe he wanted to leave a bruise.

He told me I was grounded and that I had to stay in my room for the weekend. Except then he left to do god knows what. Hasn't been back since he told me that yesterday.

I've just decided to hang out in my room all day, catching up on some reading. I need to borrow that book from Owen next time I see him. Hopefully he'll forget about what happened Friday.

I also couldn't stop wondering about why he was up in the middle of the night, sweaty, out of breathe, and had red flushed face. I've read enough romance books to somewhat understand.

I can feel my face heating from the memory of that hard thing against my thigh.

That was his thing...?

Well why was it that hard? I can't believe it touched me.

I shudder at the thought. I won't judge him though, he's human, human's get horny.

Boys bodies just betray them and make it known that they're horny to the outside world with the bump in their pants.

I wonder what Owen's doing right now.

My spirits have been down all day because of dad.

A jolt of enthusiasm rushes through me when an idea sparks in my mind.

Jumping onto the grass below me, I close the window from below and start speed walking.

The streets are empty and my family is asleep.

Tears form in my eyes as the subtle cool wind picks up the pace and blows directly into my face. My long pin straight black hair pushes away from my face as I walk, flowing in the wind behind me.

The only sound present being the noise of my slides hitting the pavement as I walk.

I make sure to constantly check my surroundings as I continue down the road. I don't want to die. Well at least not tonight I don't. Not when I have something I want to do.

Finally, the medium sized white house comes into view as I turn a street corner.

I shouldn't knock on the door, considering his family is probably sleeping.

Taking out my phone I send a quick text saying, "Wake up puto and come outside, it's cold."

My teeth begin to chatter the longer I stand outside. After a minute I look back down at my phone, my message saying, "read". He better come down and not just leave me out here.

A minute later the front door opens, showing an annoyed looking Owen. Looks like I woke him up out of his sleep.

Too bad that I don't care.

Skipping up to him, I latch my arms around his neck, smiling simply from his presence. His body doesn't even react this time, seemingly already accustomed to my hugs.

He is really warm.

One of his hands goes up to his face to rub his tired eyes while the other sneaks around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"Hi best friend, I couldn't sleep." I detach myself. I sound way too awake for it to be one in the morning.

"Luna. It's late, you couldn't sleep so you decided to come bother me?" He says with a sleepy voice. It's even deeper than usual, and laced with tiredness.

It sends a shiver through me.

Now I feel kind of bad for making him get out of his cozy bed and into the cold.

"Yes." The one word flows out of my mouth, making him narrow his eyes at me.

He is wearing the same plaid pajama pants he was wearing the last time I had seen him at night, except this time they're grey. Slides along with black socks also adorn his feet. A plain black hoodie is also pulled over his head, his messy bedhead hair resting beneath it.

"I want to have a late night adventure. Like Dora or some other weird ass Disney character!" My tone shows my excitement.

"Yeah? And what? Am I supposed to be Boots or some shit?" Annoyance obvious in his voice.

"Sounds good.  You can be the Boots to my Dora." I smile at him even though it's probably too dark for him to see my face clearly.

A few seconds go bye before he shuffles, moving closer to me.

"So...I'm up now.  What the fuck do you want to do?" His silvery eyes are stark in the night, the little light coming from the street lamp close by show the specks of darker grey throughout his iris. Slight eye bags rest underneath.

"Do you have a car?"

"Yes...now what the fuck do you want to do?" He is even more moody and impatient than normal.  Well, I did wake up him, I don't blame him for being pissed off.

"Go get your car keys, and then I'll tell you." I begin rocking on my heels.

He huffs out an annoyed breath before walking back inside his house for a second and then coming back out, locking the door behind him.

A shiny pair of keys hang from one of his fingers.

Without another word he walks to the black car in the driveway.  I follow behind him, walking around the car to the passenger seat.

When he turns on the car the lights on the roof go on, except he quickly turns them off.

"Okay, can you please tell me where we are going now?" He glances over to me, his head leaning back on the seat's headrest.

"I'm hungry, so the diner. Unless you have a better idea." I shrug and smile in contentment at my current state. I'm with Owen at 2am about to get food. How thrilling.

Sighing, he places his hand on the wheel and the other behind my head rest. He starts reversing out the driveway while glancing back. Oh. Goosebumps arise on my skin.

Once we are in the street he places both his hands on the wheel and stays silent as we begin to drive.

"Owen." I state timidly.

"Luna."

"Can I put on music? Your silence is scaring me." I side eye him.

"You scare me."

I narrow my eyes at him.

"Oh shush." I jokingly roll my eyes.

He sighs again, but I don't miss the hint of amusement.  "Yeah sure, I don't care." He rests one of his arms on the side of the door and let's his head fall onto his hand, the other arm controlling the wheel.

"Yay!" I respond quickly, getting all giddy as I take out my phone.

Connecting the phone to the car I press shuffle on my playlist.

My body flinches and a startled gasp escapes my mouth as Grind With Me by Pretty Ricky begins blasting.

Owen starts laughing.

I quickly pause it.

I'm silent, slightly embarrassed. His deep laugh fills my ears.

"Didn't know you listened to that type of music, Luna." He uses one of his hands to scratch his neck as he continues laughing at me.

"What? You don't think I listen to songs about sex? For your information I may seem all innocent but I do indeed read about hot fictional men doin' the nasty with hot fictional women." I scoff. Okay maybe I shared a little too much information. I need to stop doing that.

He stops laughing, glancing over to me, then back to the road, then back to me.

I continue, "I'm a teenage girl. My mind is practically 90% porn." He stares intently at the road ahead, his eyes open wider then before and his jaw is flexed. Why am I still speaking?

I just keep going on, "Wait why am I talking about porn? All you did was say you didn't expect me to listen to songs about horny activities and I started rambling. I need to stop that." I internally scold myself.

Looking over to Owen I see him staring ahead with wide eyes, he shifts in his seat slightly. Taking one of his hands from the steering wheel he pulls on his right leg, adjusting his pants a little. He clears his throat.

I look him up and down, a questioning look on my face, "You good?"

He clears his throat again, "Uh- yeah. Are you gonna put on music or not?" He doesn't make eye contact with me.

Well he really shouldn't considering he is driving.

"Oh yeah! Hm...I'll play-" Before I could finish my sentence Bandz a Make Her Dance by Juicy J starts blasting.

I quickly lower the volume in shock.

"I love this song!" A cheeky grin spreads across my lips.

I begin to sing along to the song, knowing every word. I memorized it a while ago. I'm not sure why, but I did.

Owen glances over to me, obviously amused.

The song ends soon, I start playing The Neighborhood.

"Your playlist is very...random." He suddenly voices.

"What do you mean?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"You go from listening to a song about strippers and sex to sad music.  It's a whole ass rollercoaster."

"A fun rollercoaster." I smirk.

He shakes his head and muffles a laugh, "Okay we're here." He parks in the front of the 24 hour diner, shutting the car off and climbing out.

I follow, pushing the door open and almost falling out the car.

"Shit." I mumble as I stumble out, shutting the door behind me. Owen stands off to the side watching me, not seeming surprised by my clumsiness.

"C'mon." He walks to the door of the almost empty diner, I run up to catch up with him as he holds the door open.

It looks like a plain old diner. It's kind of 70s looking. The hard wood floor is all scratched, the walls a light yellow color.

"Hello!" A pretty waitress walks up to us.

She seems to be around our age.  A little older though.  Her hair is up to her shoulders, wavy and light brown.  Her skin is very fair.

"Hey.  Can we get a table?" Owen stands there calmly with his hands shoved into his pockets.  She stares up at him in awe before a flirty smile pulls at her lips.

"Sure." She says not breaking eye contact with him.  Then she turns around and starts walking to a booth, she seems to be purposely swaying her hips a little more than natural.

Owen and I take a seat at the small booth, sitting across from each other.

She hands a menu to Owen and then puts the other one of the table for me to grab.

I already know what I want. Chocolate chip pancakes.

My mouth is already watering at the thought of them.

I love chocolate.

"Can I get the chocolate chip pancakes please!" I smile up at her, thrilled to eat some food.

Her smile falters when looking at me, "Um...sure." She turns back to Owen, "What would you like?" Her flirty smile comes back.

He scans the menu, "Uh...I guess I'll get blueberry pancakes." He looks up at her with a straight face, handing the menu to her.  Then he takes my menu and gives it to her as well.

"Would you like anything to drink?" She asks him sweetly.

"Oh! Can I have hot chocolate!" Chocolate is nature's best creation.

She side glances at me, "Sure." Her tone goes back to flat.

"I'll just have some water." He leans back against the seat. I begin to kick his feet from under the table, annoying him.

He gently kicks me back, a smile erupts on my face.

The waitress giggles, "Of course!" She puts her notepad on the table and leans over to write down the order, purposefully pushing her chest out towards Owen.

I feel like telling her that his face was squished all up against my tits last night, just to make her mad. That would make me crack up.

"Okay I'll be right back with your order." She sashays away.

My eyes meet Owen's.

"Owen." My fingers begin to the tap the table.

He hums to show that he is listening.

"Want to play a game?" I lean forward and fold my hands together.

"Sure I guess." He tilts his head up to look at the ceiling and then looks back to me.

A few seconds go by until I speak again, "Lets play 21 questions.  I want to be nosey."

A chuckle comes from him, "Sure, Luna.  Sure." His tongue is resting on the side of his cheek.

"Okay, I'll go first. What's you favorite color?"

"Black. Okay my turn, uh- you have any siblings?" It takes him a second to think of a question.

"Yes! A younger brother and sister. My turn...um- do you have any siblings?" His eyes widen a little at the question.

He looks down at the table, bitting nervously biting his nail.

"Uh-", his voice cracks slightly, "Nah. I don't..." He looks back to me, his eyes holding a certain emotion.

I tilt my head to the side.  "You okay?" He looks kind of sad all of sudden.

"Yeah...I'm good." He clears his throat and looks out the window next to us.

He isn't good, but I don't want to push it.

"Have you ever had sex?" I say the first thing that comes to my mind, quickly trying to redirect the conversation.

My eyebrows pinch together, waiting for him to answer the question.

He stops tapping the table, freezing.  His gaze meets mine, mouth slightly opening.

"Why are you asking me that?" He asks.

"I'm nosey.  And we are friends, I thought friends talk about that type of stuff.  Plus it was the first thing that came to my mind." I grin at him, my voice soft.

He tilts his head down, running a hand over his face, trying to hide his laugh.

"None of your business, miss." His grey tired eyes meet mine. A second of silence passes before he opens his mouth, "have you?"

I shrug, answering his question without any words.

"I remember I watched porn once in seventh grade by accident since I clicked on some random link and I'm not gonna lie, it looked kind of...strange." My face scrunch's up in disgust at the remembrance of that nasty video. The specific video I watched was very gross.

"I remember this one time when I read written sex and the girl literally died from being railed too hard." Why am I talking about this?

"Great to know..." He blows out a breath, tired of my inability to hold a normal conversation.

"Okay, enough about sex. The school trip, are you excited to go?" I see the waitress coming up to us with two plates and drinks in her hands.

Before he could say anything her voice cuts in.

"Here's your orders." She sets down his plate in front of him and passes me mine without looking at me.

"Thank you!" She grunts at my gratitude.

Rude bitch.

"Hey so whats your name?" She leans against the table, staring at Owen.

These pancakes look good as fuck. Taking the serup I drizzle it on top and dig in.

It tastes like heaven.

"Owen." He grabs his fork and knife and starts cutting the pancakes on his plate, not looking at her.

"Can I have your number?" His eyes meet mine, my cheeks are stuffed with pancakes.

He clears his throat, "Listen..." His eyes flick to her name tag, "...Emma...I'm not interested. No offense."

I butt in once I finish chewing my food, "What if I was his girlfriend?"

Her eyes narrow at me.

"Listen lady, he isn't interested. Just let us eat our food in peace." I start cutting another piece of pancake.

"How about you just stay out of my business?" She crosses her arms over her chest.

I feel like ticking this girl off, she is getting me mad. "You know...he was sleeping real good last night when his face was all cuddled up into my tits." I love annoying people.  I smile and shove a piece of chocolate pancake in my mouth.

Owen's face turns bright red.

"Enjoy your food." She looks at Owen with a straight face and then saunters away, obviously angry at my words.

I start laughing, tears forming in my eyes.

Owen's face is pink as he shoves a piece of blueberry pancake in his mouth.

"I just scared her off for you.  You're welcome, bestie." I over dramatically wink at him, making a smile tug at his lips.

About ten minutes go by of us talking about books.  Well, I talk about books while he listens and says a few words in between.

When we both finish eating he drops twenty bucks on the table.

"Wait lemme pay." I keep thirty dollars in the back of my phone case, just in case.

"Too bad, I already paid.  C'mon." He stands up and walks over to my side of the booth, grabbing my arm and dragging me out to also stand up.

He begins walking and I hesitatently trail behind.  "Owen that's not fair." The cold air makes me sniffle as we walk outside to the car.

"It's fine Luna." I scoff at him.  I feel bad, I should've paid for my own food.

Damn those pancakes and hot chocolate were fabulous, leaving my stomach full.

After we get in the car I stretch out my arms. Damn I'm tired. The hoodie rides up slightly, exposing my wrist.

Suddenly I feel Owen's finger pass over the bruise my father gave me.

"What is that?" He questions. I freeze, quickly pulling my sleeve down.

"I banged my arm on my side table." I let out a nervous laugh.

He gives me a wary look, not completely believing me. Thankfully he brushes it off, not pushing the topic.

He pushes up the sleeve to his hoodie to scratch his forearm.

"You have a tattoo?" How did I not notice that before?

He looks down at it.

"Yeah. I have a few." He backs out of the parking lot and starts driving.

The tattoo is simple, a small snake slithering up his arm.

"Why a snake?"

"Maybe I'll tell you one day."

But I want to know now.

I don't keep asking, "Fine." I huff out an annoyed breath and pull the hood of my hoodie up and over my head.

The ride is silent. Music from the radio plays in the background.

One thing I like about Owen is how calm he is. He brings serenity to my life, but being around him also makes me excited.

A nice balance.